Rosalia — POV
We stood in tense silence, waiting for Frederick to pull the zombies away.
I kept my expression steady, but underneath, my heart was a frantic storm. I was the only one who knew how desperately I was trying to hold myself together.
Barely managing.
After everything I'd just done—the chaos I'd caused… God. I grabbed Cassel by the collar, cried in his arms, and…
I even opened his shirt.
What a mess...
He must think I'm some kind of pervert.
A lunatic or something like that.
If only I could bury myself six feet under right now.
What a complete disaster.
"Get ready."
The deep, low rumble of his voice brushed against my ear.
Cassel's face was far too close.
Close enough that my breath caught. I shifted away, quietly, carefully, as if any sudden movement would expose my embarrassment.
He didn't notice. Or maybe he pretended not to.
"Let's move," he repeated.
